The Secretly Rich Man Novels & Stories

I offered to explain which earned a scowl from my boyfriend. "Anyway, that's not what's important right now. Please keep this a secret first and let us tell them ourselves, okay?" Grey pleaded and Demo raised an eyebrow at the both of us. "Well, I am okay with that, but what I am so curious about is how the two of you manage to hide this for six fucking months," he asked, a little baffled with the situation and I'm not blaming him. or was he actually alarmed? He seemed to be in deep thought.

Valentino was wide-eyed in shock that even himself, who had just suffered a loss of one hundred billion, was a bit dazed especially since these two didn't seem as rich as him but could spend a huge amount of money for their freedom. "Where did they get that kind of money?" Valentino couldn't believe it because even though the two men also had quite successful businesses, that amount of money was not small for them. "Valen, Bara owned the illicit business before and we also don't know where he kept the money. It could be that he keeps his money abroad in someone else's name or I don't know what is clear that he is indeed quite rich, you could say that his wealth is almost half of his current

Heat rushes across my face while something inside me stirs. Mark gently guides me to the edge of the bed before he takes a seat next to me. My head fills with everything I want to say to him, but I remain silent as he takes my hands into his. My stomach twists. “First, I want to say I also have a secret which I hid from you for years. Every time we were drinking together, I would pretend to be drunk after only a few drinks. My alcohol level is much higher than what you think. You would always get more comfortable around me when you thought I was drunk. You would sit next to me and talk to me. Never once did I ever blackout or forget what happened. I would only act like I didn’t reme

The cold and authoritative voice were enough to sent shivers to Nathan's spine. It's true, my friend is richer than him! no, he's the richest of all! The call was disconnected and Marcus glanced at him apologetic, "I'm sorry Nathan, I didn't win the lottery, I am Marcus Eastwood, the hidden rich scion whom your girlfriend was desperately searching for." Nathan was feeling overwhelmed, "N-no, don't apologize, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't come to my senses." The two grabbed a drink and cheered.

Ray only smiled at this and decided to completely trust Alicia. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Have you heard about Chase Fuentes?” “Named as a billionaire at only 25 years old. He hasn’t inherited FuenTECH yet, if he did, that would make him multi-billionaire doesn’t he?” “Which family do you think will start leeching off of him?” “If anyone could actually leech, then I would give congratulations to how brave they are with that decision. Remember, he isn’t just any brat, he’s the son of that Gabriel Fuentes.”

But to my surprise, there was nothing – no articles, no interviews, nothing to indicate who he was or what he did. Feeling frustrated, I turned to the internet, scouring every corner of the web for information on Walter Caine. And that's when I hit the jackpot. It turns out that Walter Caine was not just an ordinary man – he was a mega-rich diplomat, with ties to some of the most powerful people in the world. He owned the building where I worked, along with several other properties in the city. But the more I read, the more questions I had. Why was someone like Walter Caine taking an interest in me? What did he want from me? And most importantly, what was he hiding?

“I think I might as well declare bankruptcy once and for all.” Looking at Enrico’s worn expression, Benjamim realized it was worse than he had said. He had certainly never seen the man in such a state. He approached him, imagining the disappointment Enrico must feel in reporting such a thing. Alessia was stealing from her father. “Now that you’re marrying her, maybe you’ll find out where she hid my money,” he complained about the second time. “And I ask, please don’t let my account be a reason to call off the wedding.”

"What are you talking about?" ​He leaned forward, his whiskey-laced breath hot and repulsive. "Do you know how much money a man like Emiliano Valenti has? He's a walking bank. And you, my dear, are the perfect, pristine little key to the vault. I need another ten thousand by next month. And then another, and another. You are my retirement plan, Amara. Every penny you give me is just hush money for your little secrets."

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

Emmet replied before taking a sip from his whiskey. I looked at them but turned my focus on Anthony instead. “Tony,” I said as I sat on the empty chair beside him. “What do you know about the current scam in the news today?” Tony, better known as Anthony Silvester, is known for his luxury car business by most people. But for his friends and those on his VIP list. He was known for providing the best security service in the country. Most of those he employs are usually those who used to work as undercover agents for the government and wanted a different life.